Internet is back - and the muse is beating his wings again

Yesterday I returned from meeting a friend in London to find that my partner has fixed the internet. Instead of using the Virgin-supplied parts, I'm now surfing with a "dongle". The irony, it is staggering. But in any case, I'm back online. I'm also back t work, where Sock Boy is doing his damned best to annoy and demoralize the rest of the team. He's leaving me well alone... but I've been using two opportunities to make him look back - all in the guise of "giving advice". Office politics are fun if you have no job to lose. :)

Then I've been called today for a second interview with Biggest Name in the Business (biggest name EVER in financial journalism... the kinda place that I thought would never possibly be interested in hiring a lowly guy like me that doesn't have a prestigious journalism degree with super honours and gold stars) - I'll have to cancel the interview, but godsdamnit, does that feel GREAT.

The muse has been flapping its wings and demands that I write about a down-and-out swordsman, a prostitute-king, and a fortress by the sea that only survives because people there are are incredibly good at politics. I need a couple names, and I have two sex scenes, both pretty kinky and hot. I've started novels on less.

Right, back to work.

Inspiration - I can feel it return

Today I hired the guy with the van that will us help move on the 4 June. That's one huge ticky box ticked.

The other ticky box is buying a washing machine - so that's what I'm doing tonight. Then I'll move the remaining cash into our shared account to be ready for the first mortgage re-payments.

Then I'm pretty much done on the preparations side.

And in time with that, my muse has shown have a wing tip - I recognize the black plummage the moment I see it. So, yeah, the muse has been around, dropping hints about a possible m/m fantasy epic including explicit and pretty kinky sex. I know I should be editing first and foremost, but I think I'll spend a few hours very soon staring at a white wall and conjure up images. In one way or other, this will feature non-white characters (since I was recently accused of covert or overt racism). The more I think about it, the more I actually like the idea. Moving everything into a fantasy world changes the ethnic dynamics a lot - especially when it's the main character who's "different", rather than the "hordes from the east/north/west" who look strange and where "different" is only used to reinforce the fears and the "otherness" to make evil even more scary.

(Not that I subscribe to the concept of evil... that's simply too easy. I'm happy in the murky grey areas of the human psyche, but that's a post for another day.)

So, yeah. Time to give the epic fantasy genre a reality check. I'll treat this as a strictly for-fun project, but will use the ideas I've had running around in my head for close to 15 years. If the ideas still fascinate me, they are alive and vibrant enough to write and share with the world.

That's why I'm here. To tell you a story.